Title: Family Obligations, Chapter 15/15
Fandom: Celebrity RPS
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Challenge: AU Orlibean. Sean is hired to kidnap Orlando who he assumes is a spoiled rich kid who turns out to be anything but, when the ransom isn't paid the order comes down for Sean to kill him. It's a race against time to get them both to safety. Written for amygirl's request at the_challenger.
Summary: Sean's little brother has a taste for the ponies but no talent when it comes to choosing winners, and owes a local gangster a lot more money than he can come up with. Sean agrees to do an "easy job" in payment of the debt -- kidnapping a spoiled young punk named Bloom and hanging on to him while the gangster gets a ransom from the lad's family. It should've been a simple job, but then things started to get complicated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Note: Banner by galor5! :D
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
By the time Sean actually walked out of the courthouse, after the hugs and congratulations and papers to sign and copies to save and after finally getting away from a couple of reporter blokes who just wouldn't go away until Sean had stammered out a few words that he couldn't even remember just then -- after all that when he finally walked out with his mum on one arm and Katie on the other, Tommy being dragged along by his wife, he was almost surprised to see that the sky was still blue and the sun still shone down from the same angle it always had and the traffic going by on the street looked perfectly normal.
Sean sucked in a deep breath of fresh air and was just starting to relax when his mum said, "Isn't that your young man?"
He spotted Orlando a moment later after sighting down his mum's not-really-discreetly-pointing finger, and suddenly couldn't breathe at all.
His feet kept moving down the broad steps and he let the women steer so he didn't run into anything. Unfortunately that meant he was steered right up to Orlando, who was standing near the sidewalk with his hands stuffed into his trouser pockets, looking like he was thinking about finding something to hide under.
All he could do was look into Orlando's eyes, searching for the answer to a question he hadn't thought of yet. While he tried to jump-start his brain, his mum was shaking Orlando's hand and saying things like, "Thank you so much," and "such a nice young man," and "must come over t'house," and the next thing Sean knew he was being bundled into Orlando's green Triumph while his mum hung on Orlando's sleeve and gave him a list of directions, accompanied by a waving forefinger.
If he'd been, well, in his right mind or at all himself, Sean knew he'd be blushing like a lad. As it was, he just sat there and waited until Orlando got in and pulled into traffic, all the while wondering whether he were going to wake up and find himself back in his cell.
Orlando gave him a bemused grin and said, "Well, I've been given my marching orders so we'd better do this or she'll hunt me down. Which way to your place?"
"Umm, down one more and then left." Sean managed to think coherently enough to give directions but most of his brain was occupied with trying to remember what to do with his hands. And where to look. Because he wanted to just look at Orlando, wanted to touch, at least a shoulder, but that didn't seem right so he kept rubbing his trouserlegs and looking around outside, through the window on his side at the buildings going past.
"She said you're to have a shower and change and then I'm to bring you over to their house for a party. It sounds like most of your neighborhood is going to be there."
"Umm. Aye, I suppose." Sean didn't really feel like a party, although on the other hand having a crowd of mates to disappear into, to say nothing of a few beers, might be a decent notion.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, broken only by Sean's brief directions and Orlando's briefer acknowledgements. Finally, though, Orlando glanced over at him for just a moment and said, "I'm not going to ask how it was because that would be asinine. But are you all right now? And your family? There hasn't been any more trouble with Merriwether's gang?"
"No, they're leaving it alone," Sean said, his voice low and rough. He swallowed, then added, "I'm fine. Or will be. I just need a sleep in my own bed, maybe do some walking around." Walking -- that'd be grand. To be able to just start walking in any direction he liked and keep going until he felt like stopping, that was suddenly what he wanted to do more than anything.
It wasn't like it'd been all that rough, really. It was only jail and only a few months. His mum had come to visit every day, Katie once a week and his da the same. Tommy'd come a few times when Katie hauled him in, although he'd pretty obviously not wanted to be there and he'd behaved with a weird combination of shame and belligerence that Sean understood perfectly. Tommy was still feeling guilty over Sean getting into that much trouble over something stupid he'd done himself and he didn't quite know what to do with the feelings.
Sean understood that perfectly because he wasn't sure what to do with his either. He'd never been one to run on about how he'd felt -- that was one of the bonuses of going out with the lads in his opinion, not having to get all flowery with words or even having to say every bloody thing. Lads just knew, and if they didn't then it probably wasn't all that important anyway.
Except that sometimes it was, or it might be, and then you were fucked 'cause you didn't have much practice with the right words.
Sean seemed to be a bit out of it so after a couple of conversational gambits fizzled, Orlando just let him be except for getting directions and finally found a parking place within a block of a mellow brick building where Sean had a flat.
He followed Sean up and ran the water for him while he undressed, only to find himself face-to-face with a very naked Sean in the hall.
Orlando sucked in a breath and looked. He couldn't help it, really.
What flashed through his mind first was every scene from prison films where the men hang out lifting weights all day. Not that Sean looked like a bodybuilder, or even like someone who'd been working out for the last decade or whatever but one could do a bit of an anatomy lesson on his body, here and there, and it definitely looked good on him.
Moving up, though, his face was from a whole different film and that's what made Orlando step forward. Because the combination of uncertainty and wanting and hesitancy and even fear made it obvious that Orlando had about two seconds to react before the moment would be past and Sean would have his armor on again so he gripped one hand against the back of Sean's head and the other clamped onto his upper arm and he kissed him.
Even then it seemed like it might be too late -- whether half a second too late or half a year too late or whatever because Sean went rigid against him and for a panicked moment Orlando was sure he was going to pull away and step back and either explain exactly why this wouldn't work or (more likely) just push past Orlando into the bathroom and shut the door in his face.
But instead he relaxed and kissed back.
His arm went pliable and it and its mate wrapped around him and hung on. His tongue invaded and entered Orlando's mouth, along with a low moan that reminded Orlando of the sound one made when one settled into bed after a long day -- comfort and relief.
There was some initial clutching and gasping, but then it all slowed down. Orlando's clothes fell to the bathroom floor one piece at a time and although it was awkward and he almost lost his balance when he was toeing his right shoe off while Sean tugged his only-mostly-unbuttoned shirt over his head, Sean's arms around him reminded him of their time in the cottage when he'd been dizzy and blinded and Sean had kept him from falling.
They moved one awkward step at a time, Orlando backward and Sean foreward, toward the shower, through the increasingly steamy air in the small, windowless room. By the time he felt hot water pounding into his naked flank, washing -- or even getting Sean washed -- was the last thing on his mind.
There was soap of course, and it passed from hand to hand. Likewise shampoo. It all made things wonderfully slippery and their bodies slid against each other in a way that made Orlando want to just brick up the door and stay there forever. Although when Sean's hand wrapped around him and pumped he suddenly wanted it all to go much faster and who said it was only women who were allowed to change their minds?
Of course in order to be changed a mind had to have thoughts in it in the first place and right then Orlando's mind didn't qualify. All it had in it were feelings -- pleasure and tense and close and desperate and warm and tight and almost and slick and now! and then the next thought to enter his mind, to actually take shape and have a concrete presence in his brain, was that Sean was carrying him again and he really liked that.
Sean must like it too because he did it a lot. That meant it was likely to happen quite often in the future and that thought made Orlando even happier.
Just as he was snuggling up against Sean's shoulder, though, gravity rotated. Before he could even squawk, he fell and bounced on something soft. He opened his eyes and saw a neat bedroom, the walls painted white with a several prominent football banners tacked up here and there.
The room smelled of polish and fabric softener. Its overall level of neatness didn't really match its haphazard decor, if one could even call it decor. Nothing matched and extra, purely decorative pieces such as a headboard on the bed or a mirror over the dresser were missing. Orlando was pondering the likelihood that Sean's mother or sister-in-law had been in to clean recently when Sean was back and Orlando's focus shrank back down to the looming body above him and the handful of supplies -- a tube of lubricant and a small stack of condoms -- which had appeared with a smack on the pillow next to his head.
Orlando began to count the condoms and stopped at three. He grinned up at Sean and wrapped his arms around the man's neck to pull him down closer. "Feeling ambitious?" he asked, his voice light and teasing.
Sean searched his face and was clearly pleased with what he found because he grinned back and swooped down to plant a kiss on the end of Orlando's nose. "It's been a while," he said with obviously feigned nonchalance. "Besides, I want to take advantage before yeh come to yer senses."
There was just a hint of uncertainty in that last bit so Orlando wrapped his legs around Sean's hips and anchored him down. "I thought the whole point of sex was to get to the point where you're not thinking at all?" He flexed his hips and rubbed up against Sean's still-hard cock.
"Well, aye, you've a point there." Sean kissed Orlando's nose again, then his cheek, then the point of his chin. Orlando snarled and tilted his face down to ambush the wandering mouth with his own and they devoured each other for a good long while, letting their hands wander, exploring one another.
Sean's hand wandered lower and gave Orlando's erection, which was working on making a comeback, some attention before reaching over for the lube. An unmeasurable time later, Sean slid three fingers out of Orlando's arse and then immediately filled it back up with his sheathed cock.
Orlando gasped and threw his head back onto the pillow, hard, his body arching up into the thrust.
Sean pulled out and slid back in, his movements smooth and deliberate. It was great, really it was, but no matter how eagerly Orlando thrust back to meet him, he refused to speed up or thrust harder. Orlando didn't know what the problem was but he knew how to fix it. He reached out for leverage, then gave a quick push and a twist and a moment later Sean was looking up at him through shock-widened eyes and Orlando was on top.
Then he lifted up and dropped back down, giving his hips a bit of a twist at the bottom. Sean's eyes rolled back in his head and his pelvis took over all by itself, or at any rate that's what it felt like and that was enough to clue Orlando in that the change in position had been a good idea.
"There," he panted, riding fast and hard, "being a... slut is... good for... something"
Sean regained enough coherent consciousness to blink, then stare up at him hard and make a low noise that sounded like a growl. "My slut," he muttered. He reached up and pulled Orlando down so their chests slammed together, their hips still pistoning.
Orlando ran his hands through Sean's hair -- he'd cut it short in jail and it was as soft as cut velvet. "Your slut," he agreed, then he kissed him hard and sped up again.
It was a good hour and three-quarters later before they finally pulled up in front of Sean's parents' house. They'd had to take another shower after and Orlando'd had to borrow a shirt because the one he'd been wearing had been trampled on the bathroom floor during both showers. Even if Orlando'd thought working it over with a hair dryer might've solved the problem, which he really didn't, Sean didn't own one.
Orlando would've been just as happy to spend the rest of the day and the next several after that in bed, but Sean had family waiting for him and there were just some things one had to do for family.
So instead he was heading up the front walk wearing one of Sean's nicer button-downs. The shoulders were a bit big and he'd rolled up the sleeves -- though they were the same height their proportions were different enough that they likely wouldn't be sharing clothes all that often, at least outside the house, and the thought that they'd likely be sharing a house at some point was enough to change Orlando's smile from the forced, fake one he'd put on to hide his nerves into a sunny, genuine one which probably made him look like a goof but he was happy enough that he didn't care.
Sean opened the front door without knocking and ushered Orlando in with a comforting hand at the small of his back. They were immediately surrounded by Sean's family and friends, shouting and cheering and waving food and drink.
It was pretty obvious that Sean's mother knew exactly what'd been going on in the two hours and however much since she'd sent them off together; she raised an eyebrow at the shirt, then reached up and brushed a hand through Orlando's curls and scolded him for going out in the chill with his hair still damp.
He was more than willing to believe she'd known exactly what was what when she'd corralled him into driving Sean and the idea that she'd known and approved made his smile even wider. He apologized and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She twinkled up at him, bustled him to a chair at the crowded dining table and heaped food on his plate.
Sean claimed the chair next to him, ousting a teenage cousin, and they both dug into the food. It was different from what Orlando was used to but it was good and it fit in with the rest of the house, the party, the people -- not overly fancy perhaps, but solid and comforting.
Orlando relaxed and leaned against Sean, just enough for their shoulders to press together. He began to eat, watching and listening and laughing and nodding and let the feeling of family soak in. He liked it and he hoped they'd let him stay.